Feelin' Sunday
If seeing aint believing then the feeling has no meaning,
But lately i've been feeling like my head is in the ceiling
So I drive so fast that my heart keeps beating
Bass so loud I can hardly hear it
But drip till I drown
Laughing out loud
Turn up that sound
And we try so hard,
We try so hard
Maybe it's the drugs, maybe it's the lies
Maybe it's the only thing keeping us alive, I don't know
Maybe it's the love, maybe it's the fight
Maybe it's the reason we aint livin that making us
So afraid to die
I believe in the sun even on a rainy day
I believe in love when I can't feel my veins
And i'm most alive when i'm out of breath
Fueling the fire that might be my death
And this is a prayer for the wild at heart
Trapped in cages keeping them apart
And they just won't stop till there's nothing left
Kick on that drum like the beat in my chest
But drip till I drown
Laughing out loud
Turn up that sound
And we try so hard,
We try so hard
Maybe it's the drugs, maybe it's the lies
Maybe it's the only thing keeping us alive, I don't know
Maybe it's the love, maybe it's the fight
Maybe what's real in this life is feeling
The thrill of the fight (Hey)
Feelin' Sunday riding on the highway
Speeding for the feeling
And we try to get it right
Feelin Sunday riding on the highway
Speeding for the feeling
And we try to get it right
But lately i've been feeling like my head is in the ceiling
So I drive so fast that my heart keeps beating
Bass so loud I can hardly hear it
But drip till I drown
Laughing out loud
Turn up that sound
And we try so hard,
We try so hard
Maybe it's the drugs, maybe it's the lies
Maybe it's the only thing keeping us alive, I don't know
Maybe it's the love, maybe it's the fight
Maybe it's the reason we aint livin that making us
So afraid to die
I believe in the sun even on a rainy day
I believe in love when I can't feel my veins
And i'm most alive when i'm out of breath
Fueling the fire that might be my death
And this is a prayer for the wild at heart
Trapped in cages keeping them apart
And they just won't stop till there's nothing left
Kick on that drum like the beat in my chest
But drip till I drown
Laughing out loud
Turn up that sound
And we try so hard,
We try so hard
Maybe it's the drugs, maybe it's the lies
Maybe it's the only thing keeping us alive, I don't know
Maybe it's the love, maybe it's the fight
Maybe what's real in this life is feeling
The thrill of the fight (Hey)
Feelin' Sunday riding on the highway
Speeding for the feeling
And we try to get it right
Feelin Sunday riding on the highway
Speeding for the feeling
And we try to get it right
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Writer(s): Geoffrey Lore, Jordan Ramos, Sam Houlihan, Skylar Buttecali
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